This breakthrough saint, Zhuo Wen has advanced to three small realms in a row. In fact, the foundation is not very stable. If it is not strengthened, it may leave hidden dangers.

In three months, in the second world of Canglong Temple, that is ninety years, Zhuo Wen was able to consolidate his realm enough during this period, and even continued to comprehend the Buddha's Demon Eye because of this.

The ultimate skill of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in the Buddha's Demonic Eye becomes more and more mysterious as it goes to the back. Even Zhuo Wen himself has comprehended the Buddha's first two knocks on the sky and the devil's first two jeopardy.

The skills of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths must become more powerful as they go to the back, so before going to Nanman, Zhuo Wen planned to understand them as thoroughly as possible.

Three months passed by in the outside world, and on the top of the eighteenth mountain in the upper realm of the Canglong Palace, a lonely figure sat cross-legged quietly.

Whoosh!

There was a golden light between the brows of this figure, and then Cheng Huang, an old fox, came out slowly on the back of a tortoise.

"Has the Four Kills Holy Sword Formation been refined?" Zhuo Wen opened his eyes, staring at Cheng Huang expectantly and asked.

With a wave of Huang's little paw, Fuxi Ding was grabbed by it from nowhere, and then beams of light flashed out from the mouth of the tripod, and in this light, four huge formations were formed.

Under the formation, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one golden holy swords suspended, and the surface of each holy sword is filled with powerful holy power.

This holy power seemed to be able to crush the world, and there was a bang, and in that terrifying holy power, there was a powerful and sharp aura overflowing.

Every sharp air has a terrifying power that chokes in the throat.

"That's natural. If I make a move, it will be successful immediately. You can try your power." Cheng Huang tail raised up, a little complacently said.

Zhuo Wen nodded, stepped out of the void with one step, and with a touch of his right hand, the immortal power condensed and continued to outline in the void.

The four-kill holy sword array suspended in the void began to dance, surrounding Zhuo Wen's body, as if commanded by his arms, with ease.

Whoosh whoosh!

I saw Zhuo Wen's sword pointing at the void, and ninety-nine and eighty-one holy swords shot up into the sky, slashing out, and the passing void was torn apart like a cloth.

"So strong! Just an ordinary attack can cut through the void."

Zhuo Wen summoned the holy sword all over his body, his eyes revealed surprise, the power of the four-kill holy sword array was somewhat beyond his expectation.

But thinking about Zhuo Wen is relieved. After all, the four-kill holy sword formation is a powerful formation composed of ninety-nine and eighty-one mysterious holy swords, and the power it can exert is already comparable to that of ordinary heavenly swords. Hallows.

Moreover, this is the four-kill holy sword formation that Zhuo Wen can fully control the power of, but the heavenly sacred weapon falls into Zhuo Wen's hands, but it can't exert its full power at all, and it gets in the way.

Of course, the Swallowing Lava River is different. This is the Heaven-Defying Sacred Artifact, the best of the Heavenly Sacred Artifacts. Even if Zhuowen cannot exert its full power, its power is higher than that of the Four Killing Holy Sword Formation.

However, the Swallowing Magma River is Zhuowen's hole card, and it is generally not revealed at will.

"After staying in the upper realm for ninety years, I have finally consolidated the Xuanxuan Sacred Realm, but there is a big gap from the next realm, the Pure Xuan Sacred Realm."

Putting away the four-kill holy sword array, the corners of Zhuo Wen's mouth were full of bitterness, no wonder there was a saying in the outside world that hundreds of thousands of years are just fleeting to a saint.

The lifespan of the saint has reached the point where the lifespan of the world is the same. If the world does not collapse, the saint will basically not die because of his lifespan, unless he is killed abnormally.

And the promotion of the Holy Realm is far more difficult than other realms. Even in a small realm of the Profound Saint Realm, the difficulty of advancing is even more difficult than reaching the blue sky.

In the past 90 years, except for consolidating his own realm, Zhuo Wen's cultivation has not improved at all.

It's not that Zhuo Wen doesn't work hard, but that it's too difficult to improve the holy realm.

According to normal practice, even if it is a small realm, without hundreds or thousands of years of practice accumulation, it is impossible to break through.

Unless you get a great opportunity, it will take a long time to climb up step by step in the holy land.

"Zhuowen, I think you've been at my Eighteenth Mountain for ninety years. Don't you feel bored just sitting there every day? Why don't you have a drink with me?"

After Zhuowen put away the four-kill holy sword array, a loud voice came from behind him.

Zhuo Wen turned around and saw that the eighteenth mountain god Liao Si was walking slowly, followed closely by two burly figures.

These two people were no strangers to Zhuo Wen, they were the other two saints from the Eighteenth Mountain, Hao Zhi and Leng Xing.

Zhuo Wen smiled slightly, and said: "Since Senior Liao Si is so enthusiastic, Zhuo must be obliged."

"Cheer up, let's go to the pavilion and sit down. The two fellows Mies and Lius will come later."

Liao Si said, pointing to a rock pavilion not far away and said with a smile.

"Senior Miss and Liu Si are here too?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed surprise. Mies and Lius are the mountain gods of the 17th and 16th mountains adjacent to the 18th mountain. JrNovels.com